Yoongi One Shot Collection

My Woman

You and Yoongi had been secretly seeing each other for a couple weeks, without much progress.You had recently been hired as an assistant stylist, your main jobs being repairs and cleaning rather than much styling. He'd asked you to fix a zipper on his jeans but insisted he was too lazy to take them off. You ended up repairing the zipper on your knees, a blushing, mumbling mess. He didn't say a thing, but you saw him grin when he left. Then that grin turned into a smirk whenever he saw you, and he'd come up with fifty of the dumbest tasks for you to do. Seriously, why would a grown man need help to put on socks? Why does it have to be your hand that goes up his shirt to see if it's see through? You ran from the room when he'd asked you if his boxers were supposed to have a hole in the front, not even wanting to know how he expected you to respond to THAT, and you heard him chuckle.

He'd somehow talked your boss into letting you join him on his coffee runs, saying he felt safer with a staff member with him. How having little you joining him to feel safe sounded plausible to your boss, you'll never know, but it worked, because you'd been going with him daily. No one seemed to question that it took you guys two hours to get coffee a block away. Sometimes Yoongi would actually talk and ask questions, seeming to want to know more about you. Other times the two of you would sit in a booth in the back of the shop and just relax. You'd let him play with your hair or fingers while he chilled out with his head back and closed his eyes. Those were your favorite times. You were happy knowing he was getting some much-needed rest, and it gave you a chance to stare at him without feeling creepy.

And now here you are, two weeks later, and all you've managed to sneak in was a single peck on his cheek before the rest of the staff came in. It didn't seem to bother him. He hadn't said a thing. You wondered if he even liked you as much as you thought, or if you're just seeing what you want to see. You, however, were a mess. At least every other night you were waking up, sweaty, clothes torn off during the night, hands between your legs. Little things he'd do would remind you of the dreams throughout the day, and that didn't help. He'd slide his tongue across his lips slowly (A LOT), your eyes following its movements. The constant smirks. The elegant fingers that were always moving. You hadn't felt this damn crazy over a guy since you were a teenager.

Like a coward, you'd been avoiding him all day. It was just getting harder for you to hide how you felt in front of everyone because you were so damn frustrated. You knew if he asked you to do something stupid, like ask you to help put his pants on (again), you were going to jump him and then WOOPS, secrets out. That's how you found yourself here, in a backroom filled with props. No one came in here except when the boys were filming a music video, so you knew you'd be left alone. Your boss knew you'd come back here sometimes and didn't mind because you'd always finish ten times more stuff when left alone. You had a huge pile of mending to catch up on anyways, 90% of it belonging to Namjoon.

A couple of hours later you glance at your phone to check the time, pleased to note that your usual coffee time with Yoongi passed. You hate to miss out on it, but you just need a break to get your emotions in check. You hear a tone from your phone and freeze. You know exactly who it's from. Steeling yourself, you pick it up with a sigh. It's from Yoongi.

Yoongi: Where are you?

To the point, as usual. You wonder if you can get away with not answering, and go back to work. Five minutes later, another message tone.

Yoongi: ㅡㅡ

Did he really just try to give you a dirty look through the phone? Spoiled brat. Now you were determined to ignore him just for the fun of it.

Another hour goes by, and you haven't gotten another message from Yoongi. Most of the other staff have already left, but you wanted to finish the mending up before you went since you'd been ignoring it for two weeks and it piled up so much. You decide to use the couch that's sitting in here and relax a bit since no one is around to yell if they catch you. You move the boxes to the floor, pick up the shirt you are working on, and recline on the couch. It doesn't take five minutes before you're fast asleep.